SG wanted to go back to the attic the next evening, but Estelle refused. It was too dangerous. Eventually, someone was going to see them go into the closet. Or hear SG's cries and moans. Besides, this was getting sick.

SG felt hurt and disappointed. But she couldn't make the machine work by herself.

Well, Estelle wasn't the only person who could provide her with sexual thrills. Even though it was a Wednesday, she sneaked over to the football field after classes. Practice was breaking up, and she saw Louie and several other men headed for the locker room. One of them spotted her and tapped Louie on the shoulder. He turned and looked at her. She was too far away to see his expression, but she couldn't miss his gesture. He waved for her to come forward.

Why had she come here? This was crazy. He wasn't even alone. Her degradation would be witnessed by his buddies.

Nevertheless, she walked toward them. When she was close enough, Louie said, "Well, what have we here? The hottest piece of ass at Marston."

She turned angrily and started to walk away. Louie quickly caught up with her and grabbed her arm. "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you, slut." He spun her around and slapped her across the face.

"You came here for dick, didn't you?" he said. "Well, I've got plenty of dick for you, and so do my friends." He pulled her toward the locker room. For an instant, she was ready to pull back, to break away, to run into town and take a bus far from Lackanooka, from Marston, from this whole sordid scene.

But she didn't.

She let herself be dragged into the locker room. Several other football players were already there, naked, with their pricks hanging between their hairy legs.

"Look what we've got, guys," Louie said. "It's a Marston girl, looking for dick."

They crowded around her. She counted quickly. Nine of them. All big and athletic. Not enough for a decent fight, if she were interested in fighting. But enough for a rousing gang bang.

And gang-bang her they did. Louie ripped off her jersey and bra, then he lifted her off the floor by her wrists while two other men pulled down her skirt and panties. She pretended to resist and made faint cries for help.

They weren't faint enough for one particularly muscular football player who rammed his fist into her gut.

"Now, don't hurt her," said Louie. "We want her awake so she can appreciate all we're doing for her."

Actually, SG had never been more awake in her life. Big hands were clutching her tits and her buttocks, fingers were wiggling inside her pussy. Then the fucking began. They bent her over a wooden table. Someone pulled the cheeks of her behind apart and squirted lotion into her butt hole. Then he jammed in his prick. She yelped in pain and delight.

When that one finished, another took his place. Five men reamed her rectum. Four fucked her in the pussy.

After that, it was time for blowjobs. She confronted what seemed an endless parade of pricks - normal, big and humongous, circumcised and uncircumcised, some with purple heads, others with pulsing red veins.

After half an hour, the men had satisfied themselves.

"What'd I tell you?" said Louie. "Best piece of ass at Marston, best mouth, too - and both always ready. Right, Blondie?"

SG lay face down on the floor in a daze, with cum flowing from her mouth, her pussy and her ass.

"Answer when he speaks to you," said one of the men. He kicked her in the side, and she groaned in pain.

Louie reached down and scooped her up. She felt light in his arms.

"What are you going to do with her?" one of the men asked.

"I'm going to do what any gentleman would do. Bring my date back home and deposit her safely on her doorstep."

But he didn't deliver her to her doorstep. He and Tom decided it would be more fun to deposit her on the doorstep of Toop the Snoop.

Dean Toopermann lived with her sister in a cottage on the edge of the campus. They dumped SG, naked and semi-conscious, on the small brick front porch. Louie reached into his pocket and pulled out a half pint of cheap Bourbon. He poured it all over SG and rang the doorbell. Then he and Tom went to hide in the bushes.